"Just for a moment, try to picture yourself spending the rest of your life attached to just one other person. I'm referring to the constraining aspect of mate bond. Why should there be only room for one soul mate if love has no boundaries and there is always room for more?" As Melissa continued to bask in the warmth of the sun atop the rock, she remarked. Melissa was totally drenched as a result of Rosalie's action, which consisted of dipping her foot in the water and then tossing it upward. "True love is a connection of the soul. The love that exists between two people who are destined to spend their lives together is one of a kind. On that day, I'll be just like my parents and my grandparents when they were my age. I can't wait. It is necessary for him to be aware, of course, that I am a tough and determined person, and that I will not be easily pushed around by him." Rosalie replied. A momentary pause occurred in the middle of the conversation. Melissa chuckled while holding her
The hike they took was beautiful. Her muscles tingled and stretched beneath her skin. There had been so much to climb and jump on and off of. She luxuriated in the feel of the exercise; it was almost as good as running. She had been so focused on the feeling in her muscles and the hum of the world around her that she had never noticed she had stopped following Alex. The forest resonated with the melodious chirp of cicadas, the cacophonous sounds of pounding hooves, and the thunderous trickle of streams through the woods. "I'll be careful, truffle." His voice barely registered in her mind. The boulders she leapt over rubbed deeply into the arches of her feet. In front of her there was a small cliff, but she could still see the grassy knoll. "Truffle, stop." "Rosalie." She planted her feet and took off running. The arm was quick and warm against her stomach, and she landed against his chest, her breath gone. "What is your problem? I could easily make that jump." she pushed herself
"I met Cassie at school. I had just turned 18, and I knew without a doubt that she was my mate. She was a human." Alex drew a pause, "The council has decided that turning humans is not allowed unless the two parties involved are mates. Even doing that is discouraged to a significant degree, and I had no idea what to do in that situation. First things first, I needed to talk to her. Get her to fall in love with me, and then slowly tell her about my abilities.” Alex's voice was low and hushed as he seemed to be talking to himself. In order for Rosalie to comprehend what he was saying, she had to crane her neck. He greeted her with a pleasant smile. "To make a long story short, we dated for a couple of months. Although humans don't experience the pull of the mate bond quite as strongly as we do, they do sense it. Since she had feelings for me, we decided to start dating. It had only been a few short months; she was going on a vacation with her family when there was a terrible accident o
"Rosie deserves to know the truth!" At this point, Melissa was fuming with rage, and as she looked over at Rosalie, her eyes flashed. Melissa remarked that the woman had demoted their mother to an omega status. "Does she have no shame?" Rosalie let out a hiss. "I don't understand how Dad could have let this happen. Was he prepared to take whatever treatment that bitch had in store for him?” She gave her mother a growling glare before turning away from her. Amelia squirmed a little. Melissa, who was biting her lower lip, received a dismissive shake of her head. Melissa said to Amelia, "It was necessary for her to know auntie, please forgive me." She then pulled Rosalie to the side and said, "Chris demoted your father as well. Your parents are now omegas." Rosalie was still reeling from the events of the day. "Why is he behaving in such a manner? Why is he punishing my family? This is completely beyond my comprehension.” Rosalie encircled her mother with her arms and clenched her f
"I'm impressed, son," her dad complimented as they were preparing to leave. "I am certain that my daughter is in good hands," that made Rosalie whimper in sadness. It was as if he was honestly saying farewell to her. She hugged her father again. She'd never seen him so tormented and vulnerable before, not even during the previous battle. "Be strong sweetie," he said as he held his daughter's chin. "We should leave now, or Chris will suspect something's up," he said as he released her. Her mother was crying as she gave her another hug, but this time it was much more intense, and Rosalie had the feeling of being their last embrace together. Rosalie watched from the living room window as her family and friend piled into the sleek, darkly tinted limousine. They had insisted on letting them go out on their own, and Rosalie felt helpless as she watched them do so. When Alex wrapped his arms around her waist, she experienced a peculiar mix of agony and rage. She shifted her weight and hel
Thomas cracked a grin. "My Alpha," he began with caution, because he was aware of Chris's fickle nature. "When do you think you'll put the plan into action?" Chris took the time to remove the tiny vial from its packaging and place it in his hand. The liquid glistened and sloshed around as the sunlight hit it. He grinned. "Patience, my dear brothers," he instructed his betas. They were his powerful allies who helped him in maintaining his authority over the majority of the pack's members. He continued as he slid the vial back into the box's safeguard and said, "The opportunity will become available very soon." He got up from his leather chair and made his way over to the cabinet that was mounted on the wall. He quickly grabbed an invitation card that had an elegant appearance and tossed it in front of them. When Gregory read the invitation, he couldn't help but crack a grin. After a brief pause, he remarked, "Greystone’s Moon Feast." "It's perfect," Chris chuckled. "How come yo
Amelia took a peek around her apartment; it didn't seem like home. The omegas did not have their own individual lodgings; rather, they shared rooms. Only the members of the upper ranks were given their own private quarters. This was not the case in all packs, but it was the way in the silver moon pack. Only a week ago, Scott and she were each given a notice to evict their property. They were forced out of the house they owned without any prior warning. She came to the conclusion that being compelled to live in the lower ranks was not nearly as terrible as she had originally thought. The omegas and the members of the lower tiers would congregate in the large communal living space that they shared. Because they were not dressed to impress others, it did not have the atmosphere of a party. They were simply looking for a place to relax and unwind after a long day of keeping the house and the vast territory surrounding it secure and free from any intruders. At least, she did not experien
Grace felt lonely, and her heart begged for someone to love her. Wolves were not fond of being alone. She was well aware that Chris knew how she was feeling, and he didn’t give a Damm about it. It was painful for her. As she made her way through the maze-like corridors, she wrapped her icy arms around herself in an effort to stay warm. Her Betas bowed to her in respect — rather, to be more accurate, they were FORCED to bow to her since they were shooting nasty stares behind her back. The situation was the same for those in the lower ranks as well. Everyone hated her. She looked out of the large grand window and saw Chris walking into the woods with his two betas in tow. She let out a sigh. These new betas didn't sit well with her. They had a sneaky and sinister appearance. A drop of water landed on her cheek, bringing her out of her trance. She blinked, her fingers immediately wiping the droplet away as she looked up and saw a boy of her age scrambling down the metal stairs. She blin
After a month - As Rosalie prepared to give birth, Dr. Rachel offered reassurance and comfort to her patient. She mumbled, "Everything is going to be fine very soon." The first few hours before delivery were torturous as the babies contracted and kicked around. When Rosalie's water broke, and the excruciating pain started, she was brought to the hospital immediately. She leaned against Alex's chest, as Rachael guided her through the delivery, “Breath in, good, breathe out, that's it. Push!” she said gently. The pain was unbelievable as she held on tightly to Alex's hands. He whispered words of encouragement and support in her ears while she panted and pushed. "Alright, I can see the head now, give it one more push, Rosie," the doctor said. She was exhausted, but for the sake of her puppies, she made one more, determined effort. As soon as she heard the angelic sound of her puppy's first cries, her head flopped over Alex's shoulder in a helpless position. "It’s a boy!" Rachael said
Martin and Grace's becoming mates were greeted with a mixed reaction. There were irate betas who felt they had been mistreated by her. A few of the girls who had their hopes dashed aspired to be Martin's mate. However, everyone accepted Grace's sincere apologies, as well as the fact that she modified her behaviour. In addition, she extended an apology to Rosalie, and as a result, the Murdoch family was reinstated to their previous roles. Within a few weeks, the Greyson mansion was brought back to its former splendour after undergoing extensive renovations. When Rosalie was in the middle of her work, Alex drew her away from her responsibilities. "What are you talking about, Alex?" She inquired anxiously as her betas chortled in amusement. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I have something to show you.” He reached for her hand in a kind manner and drew her along the hallway. “What is it?” She asked him as he covered her eyes with his hands. She laughed. “Don't speak,” he warned, as he
The audience responded with applause and cheers for their new Alpha. After reverting to his human form, Martin celebrated his success by raising his right hand. "Is there anyone who wishes to dispute my claim?" He let out a growl. Nobody came forwards. The rest of the pack showed their submission and acknowledged their new leader. Ruben, the Councilman, had a grin on his face as he asked, "Now do you realise why I had approved of this challenge?" “Yeah, things got sorted out without breaking any laws,” Marcus replied with a satisfied smile. His wrinkled face was relieved. “About the law, I need to discuss a few things about it. Guess, they need some tweaking?” Ruben said. The other councilmen looked at him puzzled. "Well, it's nothing huge, just that we should let the wolves choose their mates. It's a lot of work to find compatible mates!" Ruben started laughing, and the other members of the council soon joined in. It was high time that the outdated regulations were abandoned. **
The five councilmen exchanged grim looks with one another because they had never been faced with a situation like this before. "It's against the rules to kill an Alpha!" The adamant statement was made by Councilman Marcus. "Yes, my brother, but we can't just let him go with some penalties because he conspired with the rogues and tried to steal another Alpha's mate. We can't do that. It constitutes a serious crime!” Ruben replied. "But the law...we are not allowed to breach the law!" Marcus was adamant about it. He adhered to the guidelines religiously and almost never deviated from them. Their attention was broken as Sebastian Anderson stormed in furious and ready to seek justice for his daughter. He slammed the door behind him as he entered the room. He uttered an angry growl as he looked at the members of the council. “I need his blood! He has hurt my daughter. Disgraced her in front of his pack!” To his amazing shock, Grace followed him in and fell on her knees, and looked up
Grace lay down on the soft mattress on her side in a foetal position. As the fresh tears ran down her cheeks, she embraced her knees to her bosom and held them there. She was able to detect the odour of blood coming from the main hall. The women and children were taken to the safe house and locked inside until the fighting subsided. She prayed anxiously for the safety of her father and Martin. She cried over her mate's stupidity. He had pushed everyone to the brink of war. She had no idea that he had been recruiting dark wolves. After the war, some packs were destroyed or scattered, which resulted in the development of several groups of renegade wolves who did not obey the council or any other order that was given to them. Whenever rogues were found, the packs would eliminate them and flush them out of the area. Dark wolves were a very powerful group of rogues, they were like a pack, but they didn’t follow the council. Chris had exposed his entire pack to danger when he began recruit
"My mate is dead, please allow me to return home and mourn!" She begged him. His voice sounded disappointed as he said, "Oh, he's not dead, though I wish that he had been.” Rosalie's expression was one of bewilderment as she glanced at him. “What? How is that possible?” “What the hell do you mean? Why would Alex think that I am dead?" He smiled, “Don't you remember the vial?” She glared at him, “What vial?!” As he rose up and moved closer, he let out a chuckle. Rosalie tried to move further away from him, but the chain kept her from doing so. He gave a nervous tic with his tongue. He clicked his tongue. “This will never do,” he mused as he took a key from his pocket and removed the chain from her leg. “You're not an animal to be kept trapped, Rosie.” “THEN LET ME GO!!” She retorted. “The vial,” he continued, as if he hadn't heard her outburst. “Thomas is an excellent potion maker; he discovered an ancient potion. It can weaken the mate bond of a wolf to such an extent that the
Grace was hiding in a confined space underneath a table. She stared in shock at the slaughter that was taking place all around her. Chris had not done much more than shove her aside before running off to who knows where. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a low growl, and she turned to see a massive rogue staring at her. She screamed and crawled backwards, desperately attempting to escape to the other side. Her dad’s pack was backwards. They didn’t train their girls to fight. They were only trained to be trophy Lunas. He grabbed her leg and tried to pull her out. She fought against him and kicked at him, but her efforts were in vain. Suddenly, her leg was free, and the noises of Martin's wolf growling and ripping caused her to turn her head. The rogue had been seized by the neck by Martin's wolf. The rogue thrashed and turned in an attempt to throw Martin off, but Martin held his ground and increased the pressure on his neck until it broke, at which point the rogue became limp.
The Grand Dining Hall of the Grey Stone was decked out in opulent furnishings. There were a number of circular tables, each of which had the potential to accommodate ten people, and they were arranged in rows. A couple of individuals were playing an instrument or instruments in the background, including a violin and a piano. The light had been toned down to a golden tint after being dimmed. The many dishes that were kept on the tables gave out an appetising and satiating air to anyone who observed them. Rosalie stood next to Alex while wearing a glossy black gown that precisely contoured her body and drew attention to her expanding tummy. She had uneasy feelings. They had taken up positions close to the entrance of the Dining Hall and were getting ready to welcome their guests. To this point, every one of the other packs had already taken their places. Alex grabbed her hand in his and gently stroked it in an effort to put her at ease. He then released her hand. She was nervous. She b
That this would be the first time they would be doing it in their wolf form struck Rosalie as particularly poignant. Taking his fingers down the length of her dress, he looked her in the eyes with anticipation. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up. She raised her hands in the air, allowing him to throw the dress to the side. He threw the dress on the ground next to a nearby boulder. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze on the buttocks of her cheek. At this point in time, she had begun to exhibit a more pronounced hump on her stomach. She was giggling to herself as she worked carefully to undo his buttons, but he ripped the shirt off of him before she could even finish unbuttoning it properly. While they were still in their human condition, his wolf howled at her to assert his ownership of her. She got down on her knees and began ripping his pants and boxers off of his waistband and thighs. His hands moved to her back and unclipped her bra, releasing the confi